Page 38 of Shadow of Fury

“Admit it, Wren. Admit you want me, want this.”

“I hate you.” she gasped as he slid his hand down, one thick finger finding her entrance and dipping inside before pulling back out. “I hate you for making me want you.”

He hummed, “That’s a start.”

“Shut up and…” He curled his hand and slid his finger inside her, his palm pushing at her mound, putting pressure on her clit and making her squirm.

Logan leaned back down, his lips teasing over her throat now as if he knew that if he kept pushing hard and fast she was going to explode any moment. Instead he used his teeth and tongue to play as his hand began to work in a determined rhythm that drove her higher and higher towards the point of no return.

It was heaven and hell being with him like this. She hated herself for wanting him, for loving the way he made her feel. She’d never experienced this kind of pleasure, never felt such a connection with anyone, and it was overwhelming, overpowering, and impossible to deny.

Her wolf was basking in the pleasure as well. The animal had been on high alert since the second she scented their mate but for the first time in days she was finally still, finally content, and it was all because she was getting what she wanted. Her mate’s attention, his touch, his desire. Her wolf was as drunk on the feeling of being needed as she was and she didn't even realize she’d tipped her head to the side and bared her neck for him until he growled a low warning.

“Don’t you dare give up that easily.”

Her eyes snapped open and he was right there, face to face with her. His handsome features were twisted into a grimace and she could feel the tension leeching off of him. He was struggling to remain in control, holding back his own wolf, so that he could focus on her. But his eyes glittered with the gold of the animal, flashing back and forth as he waged war with his animal half for dominance.

The inevitability of their mating hit her right in the chest at that moment. She could fight him all she wanted but the heat between them was only going to grow wilder and more incessant the closer they came to the full moon. Fate had decided and she refused to be ignored. This, the two of them, it was happening whether she liked it or not. It was happening whether he liked it or not. The only choice they had was how much more they wanted to fight about it.

Wren grit her teeth, “I might be your mate but that’s a choice fate made, not me. Wanting you is the mating heat and when it wanes, I’ll still hate you for what you did.”

His eyes flashed again and he bared his teeth, pressing deep inside of her and making her hips rock into his hand, “Good.”

Her eyes darted over his face, not understanding.

“Hate me, Wren.” He rubbed her clit as he panted against her lips, “Hate me all you want. I deserve it. But don’t tell me to stop. Not now. We’ve gone too far and I can’t walk away from you.”

A shudder ran through her, the first tremor of the orgasm he was urging her towards and she bit her lip, shaking her head, “Don’t stop.”

His hand began to pump faster now and her body tightened like a bow string. She clutched at him, her eyes falling shut again and her head falling back. He growled and she whimpered when his teeth raked up her throat. He nuzzled her ear and she dug her nails into him.

“Do it.” she urged. “Just do it and get it over with.”

“No.” He nibbled her earlobe. “Not here. Not like this.”

“Damn you…” Her breath caught as he pressed against her swollen clit again and stars burst behind her eyes.

“I’m going to mark you soon, sink my teeth into you and taste your sweetness. I’m going to claim you, Wren. You and your wolf. Your body. Your heart. All of it. But right now, I want to prove to you just how good I can make you feel… so come for me, my little thornbird.”

Wren wanted to snarl at him. To tell him that he didn’t get to give her nicknames. That her heart was off limits even if she did give him her body. But between his possessive words, the hand between her legs and the mating heat, she didn’t have the chance.

She tipped over the edge with a cry of release and shuddered as the orgasm overtook her. Blood rushed through her ears so loud it blocked out the rest of the world. She squeezed her eyes shut so tight there was nothing but darkness. All she knew in that moment was pleasure and the comfort of a strong arm around her, holding her together as she fell apart.

When she began to regain her bearings she realized that Logan’s hand was no longer between her legs. He held her against his chest, stroking her hair and she blinked at the insanity of it all. This wasn’t happening. It hadn’t happened. It couldn’t have.

And yet, she was still sitting on her desk, breathing hard from the strength of her orgasm, and her skin felt tight and sweaty.

Her desk! She jerked back from Logan and glanced around. She was on her desk, in her office. No, in the Alpha’s office! She was perched on her desk which sat out in the open with windows that faced the street and anyone could have walked past and seen them. Even with the blinds obscuring their view the door was glass from top to bottom. Anyone could have opened it and walked right in on them.

Embarrassment and guilt swarmed her but Logan must have felt the shift through the ever-growing bond because he tilted her chin up to make her look at him, “We got carried away, yes, but nobody saw.”

“You don’t know that.” she snapped.

“Nobody’s around, Wren. It’s early. The street is empty. Nobody saw us. Nobody heard us. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

She turned her head, forcing him to release her chin, “Except for letting a man I hate make me come on my desk at work you mean? Yeah, that’s pretty embarrassing.”

He sighed as she pushed at him, forcing him back so that she could slide to her feet. She wobbled a little but when he reached out a hand to steady her she glared and he held his hands up like a white flag. She focused on straightening her dress and putting herself back together.

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